Tiger's Milk

You approach the tiger cautiously. She regards you evenly, then yawns spectacularly, displaying a remarkable number of teeth. "Easy..." The door of the cage is unlatched. "Easy..." You lay a hand on her flank. "Easy..." And like that, she rolls over onto her side and half-closes her eyes. Either you're better with animals than you give yourself credit for, or it's been quite some time since she's been milked; you'd guess the latter, given the lack of any discernable cubs. Some minutes later, the deed is done, the cage door closed, and you're on your way.


A Brittle Tome